"Stay here, once my attempt fails there, give this to Su! And tell Him, no matter what method He uses, He must kill the Master of Hunting in the material world the moment it's born!
There's no room for negotiation."
"What is this thing?"
Triss had never seen the item stuffed into her hand.
She could only see its irregular gemstone-like shape, thinking it must be quite powerful to be considered a trump card by Little Murphy. Murphy bent down and whispered in Triss's ear, as if in a parting kiss:
"A godhead... it's the very godhead that Old Su Head was just stripped of."
"!!!"
Triss's legs went weak with fear, and it was only with Murphy's support that she didn't fall to the ground. Her first reaction was to tuck the scorching item into her clothes, hiding it within her bulging chest.
Too hot to handle!
Too terrifying!
